Tiffani0 26/12/2021
After seventeen years, my father finally stands before me in the flesh. His skin is as smooth as porcelain and glows like a low-watt incandescent light bulb. If he stood still, he could pass as a stone and metal statue rather than a living being.
“Wh-what are you doing here?”
After all this time, that’s what comes out of my mouth first? Then again, no one else is saying anything. I’m not sure if the silence is from the shock of an eight-foot-tall seraph angel having just burst into the meeting room, or if they’re all still reeling from the attacks on London. Camiel’s eyes spark—literally—and his mouth turns down.
“Come,” he says.
Whoa. He might be my father, but he’s not my dad. And I’ve never been one to answer to dog commands.
“No.”
OHH estou apaixonada pelo Camiel haushhshshs